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edscuntyeyeshadow · 4 months
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I literally keep running into this shit it’s so annoying
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asmeanasiamnice · 2 months
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POSTERS!
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glowing-gold · 4 months
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Paul McCartney every time he writes a song
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storiesforallfandoms · 5 months
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captive ~ blackbeard/edward teach; our flag means death
word count: 3808
request?: no
description: in which his crew takes a hostage without his permission, so he decides to make her a reluctant part of the crew
pairing: blackbeard (edward teach) x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of raids, raid typical violence, can say this is pre-canon or non-canon because stede isn't mentioned, bi!blackbeard (we are not erasing mlms in this household)
masterlist (one, two, three)
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The heavy pound of boots moved across the deck. The leather clad captain looked over his crew; some wounded from the raid but most were fine. His dark clothes hid the blood that was covering him - none of it his own. He grinned in pride to himself, proud of himself and his crew for another successful raid.
He stopped suddenly, noticing a new face tied up to their mast. The unknown woman glared up at him through the hair that had fallen into her face.
"Izzy," Blackbeard beaconed. "Who is this?"
"Captive, sir," Izzy responded. "We found her hiding below deck before abandoning the ship."
"I told you no captives," Blackbeard sneered. "Captives are just extra weight. We kill anyone on the ships we raid."
Their captive winced at his words. The fear didn't go unnoticed by the ruthless pirate captain.
"Bring her to me."
She tried to fight against the two crew members who grabbed hold of her, but there was no use. They untied her from the mast but kept her hands restrained in front of her. She stood before Blackbeard, trying to keep eye contact with him as to not seem afraid, but her trembling body gave her away. She flinched as he grabbed her bound hands. When he unsheathed his knife, nearby crewmates gasped and watched intently, both nervous and intrigued by the thought of seeing their captain slaughter someone on the deck.
When he cut the restraints, everyone let out a breath. The captive nearly collapsed and sobbed with relief.
"Come with me," he said. He started to walk towards his office, but the captive didn't follow. He glanced back at her. "That wasn't a question."
She reluctantly followed the pirate captain. All eyes followed her until she passed through the doorway and Blackbeard shut it behind her. She was so tense her body almost hurt. She didn't realize her hands were balled into fists until she felt her nails biting into her palms.
Blackbeard approached a table with an assortment of alcohol bottles on it. He took two glasses and filled them both. He gestured to a desk with chairs on either said - his desk. "Sit."
She did as he said. It was another "not question", and she figured it was best to follow those instructions at that point. She sat and Blackbeard placed the glass of alcohol in front of her. She glanced at it for a moment before looking back up at him. He rolled his eyes and took a mouthful of his own drink.
"Poured it from the same bottle, so there's nothing in it," he said.
"I don't drink," she said. It was the first time she had spoken since the raid. Her voice was scratchy and her throat felt raw. "Can I have water instead?"
She was shocked when Blackbeard stood and actually fulfilled her request. When he placed the glass in front of her, she immediately chugged down the contents of it. Blackbeard sat across from her again, studying her as he nursed his drink.
She didn't meet his eye as she placed the glass on the desk and said, "Thank you."
"What's your name?"
She hesitated, but eventually she responded, "(Y/N)."
"As a pirate rule of thumb, (Y/N), you show your captain respect. That means you answer the questions I ask, and you look at me when we're speaking."
Her head snapped up quickly. "Captain? You're not - "
"I didn't kill you, but I can't let you go, either. It risks you running off and turning our last known location in to the authorities."
"Then keep me captive."
"We don't hold captives here. Either you die or you join us. But I'm making the choice for you this time; you're joining us."
(Y/N) felt like she was going to cry. It felt like a lose-lose situation for her. She didn't want to die or be held captive by the most notorious pirate captain, but she also didn't want to become a pirate. She wanted to go home to her parents, who she was sure were going to be worried sick once they heard the news of the raid, and mourn the loss of her friends who were on the ship that was invaded. She certainly did not want to live alongside the savages who killed her friends.
But it seemed there was no choice. She wasn't about to fight Blackbeard on this when he was allowing her to live. But it truly felt like a fate worse than imprisionment.
"I'll have my first mate prepare a cabin for you," he said. "And I promise you, (Y/N), my crew will leave you alone. No one will harm you."
(Y/N) nodded, too upset to speak.
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The weeks went by and (Y/N) fell into a routine with her new shipmates. She was still keeping to herself, not wanting to see any of the crew unless necessary. She was still trying to pretend like this whole thing wasn't happening.
Blackbeard kept his promise, too. The day after her unwilling induction into the crew, Blackbeard had warned his crew that if he heard of anyone intentionally harming (Y/N), that he would deal with them in the most painful manner, and his warning definitely seemed to stick. No one even dared to look (Y/N)'s way most days, and after so long they started treating her like one of them.
(Y/N) wished that made her feel better, but she was miserable.
She was stood at the bow one night after everyone else had turned in. She had been doing that a lot lately: watching the calm, night water on her own, most times crying as she mourned the life she had lost. Tonight, though, there had been no tears. Just memories of her family and the friends she lost in the raid.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't hear anyone approach until a voice suddenly said, "You're up awful late."
She jumped and turned to see Blackbeard stood next to her. She looked away from him, still unable to maintain eye contact with the man who was supposed to be her "captain".
"I could say the same to you," she muttered.
"I don't tend to sleep very well."
(Y/N) dared a quick glance at Blackbeard. His face didn't give anything away, but she wondered the context behind his words. He was the most feared pirate captain in the world, what caused him to be sleepless? Was he haunted by the images of the people he had killed? Or was it something that went back even further than his pirate days?
"I'd ask if it's the snoring, but you have your own quarters so you should be safe from that," he said.
(Y/N) was shocked to feel a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "Actually, Fang snores so loudly that I can hear it in my quarters."
She was more shocked to hear Blackbeard genuinely laugh at her comment. "Yeah, I feel like I can sometimes, too."
He was hesitant for a moment, but he decided to settle next to her, leaning against the small space of wall left next to her. His shoulder brushed against hers, but for once, she didn't feel the urge to cringe away from a touch.
"I like to watch the water when I can't sleep, too," he said. "It's very peaceful and calming."
"I think about jumping in and swimming away sometimes," (Y/N) blurted before she could stop herself.
Blackbeard looked over at her, but she refused to look back at him. "Where would you go?"
She shrugged. "To the nearest land, and then try and find a way back to my parents."
"I hope you're a strong swimmer, then, because there isn't any land for miles."
(Y/N) laughed, humorlessly. "Actually, I'm quite shit at swimming. I'd probably drown. But it's a fantasy I often have when I'm here at night."
A silence fell over them. Blackbeard was still looking at her. If she had dared to meet his gaze, she would've seen a look of pity on his face. Blackbeard was more than aware of what (Y/N) had lost when they raided her ship and his crew stupidly took her as a captive instead of killing her or leaving her on the ship they had invaded. Despite what most people thought, he wasn't heartless. Not completely, anyways. He had a soft spot that very few people were able to get to, and (Y/N) had somehow managed to get to do it with just one terrified look.
"Tell me about your parents," he said.
She finally looked at him, curious. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything."
She thought for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of test or something. But the look on his face was sincere, a look that she hadn't seen from him since being taken aboard the ship.
"My father is a painter," she started. "He met my mother at a gallery where his art was hung. She was betrothed to someone else at the time, but she always said she saw my father for the first time and immediately fell in love with him. She said she begged her father - my grandfather - for days and days to break off the engagement to the other man so she could marry my father instead."
"And did he?"
(Y/N) smiled as she nodded. "Eventually, yeah. It took a lot of convincing. The man my mother was supposed to marry was from a wealthy family, so my grandfather wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of her wanting to marry a painter instead. Apparently, my father ended up making some sort of beautiful painting that persuaded both of my grandparents."
Blackbeard raised an eyebrow at her. "Apparently?"
"Well, I've never seen it. Mum claims that my grandparents had it, but they passed before I was born and most of their possessions were sold."
"So you don't believe the painting exists?"
"I believe my father painted something beautiful, but he probably sold it for a lot of money to bribe my grandfather into letting him marry mum instead."
"Smart man, then."
The two of them laughed. The atmosphere around them began to feel less tense, which was probably the biggest shock to (Y/N). She didn't expect to see a softer side to the man who was known for breaking just about every law in existence, and maybe even some that hadn't even been invented yet. Although, she hadn't expected him to take mercy on her when his crew kidnapped her either.
"Are you their only child?" Blackbeard asked.
"No, I have five siblings actually. Two sisters, three brothers. Six of us in total."
He winced. "God, your poor mum."
(Y/N) laughed again. "Yeah, it's definitely not something I strive for in life. By my age she already had two kids, but I can't imagine even having one."
There was a pause, like Blackbeard was thinking, before he asked, "Did you have a husband? Or a betrothed?"
(Y/N) also paused, considering the question for a moment. "No. My parents didn't believe in the arranged marriages. They wanted us to marry for love, and I haven't quite found that love yet."
Blackbeard nodded and they fell back into a silence again. (Y/N) found herself leaning closer against him, the light brush of their shoulders becoming more than that. He leaned into her as well until she was all but pressed against his side.
"Thank you for sparing me," (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. "This may not have been my ideal outcome from being captured, but it certainly beats the alternative."
Blackbeard smiled. "You're welcome. I'm glad I spared you."
She wasn't sure how long they ended up standing there, leaning against one another and watching the water, but eventually (Y/N) felt her eyes growing heavy. Her head lulled to the side, resting against Blackbeard's shoulder. She felt him tense beside her for a moment, which was enough to jolt her back to reality.
"I guess I should get to bed," she said. She started to walk towards the cabins, but stopped to turn back to Blackbeard. "Goodnight, captain."
"Ed."
Her brows furrowed. "What?"
"My name, it's actually Ed. If you want to call me that, I mean. I wouldn't mind."
She smiled. "Ed. Goodnight, Ed."
"Goodnight (Y/N)."
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In the days that followed, (Y/N) found herself more drawn to Ed, and it seemed he felt the same way. He would often call on her to spend time together, leave her notes in her quarters to meet him once everyone else had gone to bed so they could spend some time alone, he even once allowed her to be present during a meeting with Izzy where they were trying to figure out the next destination of the ship. Izzy was very clearly not happy with the new addition, and that quickly became the last time (Y/N) was ever involved with those types of meetings.
She started to open up more to her other crewmates, but not as much as she did with Ed. It was a great shock to her, but she found herself developing a kinship with him.
Maybe even more than that. Maybe she was developing feelings for him that she was too scared to admit to.
But all those feelings came out one day when an otherwise beautiful, calm day at sea was interrupted by the harsh jolt of something hitting the water beside them, causing the waves to nearly capsize the ship.
"What the fuck was that?" Fang said, rushing to the side to look over. The other crewmates followed just in time to see a large black object fall into the water mere inches away from the ship, causing another wave to throw all of them to the floor.
"We're being attacked!" Izzy called from the crow's nest. "Everyone, get in position!"
(Y/N) was left confused and scared as she watched the other crewmates scramble around the ship. She had never been told what to do in the event of an attack. Surprisingly, they hadn't been the ones to be attacked since she joined the crew. They had done plenty of attacking, but Ed was insistent upon her not being involved in any of that. Not that she minded, the last thing she wanted to do was to fight other blood thirsty pirates.
But it seemed now she had no choice. She couldn't run to her quarters and hideaway from the attack. That's how she was captured but Ed's men in the first place, and she wasn't about to become a captive on another ship. Her only defense was to try and figure out how to fight.
Another cannonball hurtled through the sky, this time flying over the ship and landing in the water on the other side, throwing the shipmates off their balance yet again. (Y/N) fell onto the deck, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Her head was spinning as she looked up to see someone climbing over the side of the boat and onto the deck. She let out a shriek as she realized it was not a member of their crew, but rather their attackers were coming on board.
Before the attacker could get far, Izzy appeared almost out of nowhere and dug his sword into the attacker's chest. His eyes glazed over and his body went limp within seconds. Izzy shoved the lifeless body back over the side of the ship before turning to (Y/N). She couldn't tell if he was annoyed by her lack of fighting skills, or with the fact that the ship was being attacked in general.
"Get out of here," he said. "Hide below deck where the gunpowder and weapons are. They'll want Ed, so they won't go anywhere near there."
She nodded, still a bit shocked by everything going on and by Izzy's brief moment of kindness. He turned his back on her to keep fighting the other attackers that were starting to board the ship. While he and the other crewmates kept them busy, (Y/N) quickly slipped below deck and went exactly where Izzy told her to go. Their weapons hold was full of barrels and other large boxes holding the weapons they had taken from previous raids. (Y/N) wedged herself between a few barrels, hoping she was out of sight enough if anyone did happen to come down.
All she could hear above was the sounds of feet pounding against the desk, and louder sounds of bodies hitting the floor. She flinched with every loud thud over her head, wondering if it was an attacker or one of her crewmates that had gone down. She wondered where Ed was, if he had gotten wind of the attack before any of the attackers found him. She knew anyone who dared to go after the feared pirate captain Blackbeard would be no match for him, but there was still this fear in the pit of her stomach whenever she thought about the possibility of Ed being ambushed and harmed.
She froze as she heard footsteps descending the stairs leading into the weapons area. She waited, hoping that whoever it was would just move along, but she didn't hear any movement that would tell her what they were doing. She held her breath, but her heart was pounding so hard that she was sure that whoever it was could hear her.
Footsteps began to move through the room. She shrank further behind the barrels she was using as a hiding spot. She was shaking so violently that her vision was starting to blur. What was she going to do if the person who came down found her? She hadn't brought a weapon, she had no idea how to fight, and there was no way she was getting past the person and back up onto the deck before they could grab her. She was truly and royally fucked.
She couldn't contain a gasp as one of the barrels moved and an unfamiliar man sneered down at her.
"I thought I saw someone run down here," he said. "What's wrong, pretty girl? You don't know how to fight the big bad pirates?"
Suddenly, she had flashbacks of when Izzy had found her first and taken her captive. She thought he was scary at the time, but Izzy was nothing compared to this pirate. She was sure that if he took her, that would be the end of her. She would never see Ed again, and he would never know which of the attackers had taken her last breath.
Fear was starting to overflow within her, so much so that tears were starting to form in her eyes. This just made the man laugh.
"Ain't that cute? Tears aren't going to save you, pretty girl."
(Y/N) shut her eyes tightly as the man began to reach for his weapon. She didn't hear another set of footsteps coming down the stairs, nor did she see someone coming up behind the new attacker. But she heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh, followed by the sound of the man making noises she wished she didn't know existed. She opened one eye in time to watch the man topple over, lifeless, and to see Ed stood behind him.
"Ed," she breathed, a sob escaping her lips as she did.
He sheathed his blade and quickly took (Y/N) into his arms. He held her tightly as she began to sob.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled into her hair. "I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't know you were down here until I finally managed to find Izzy. I would've had you hidden in a safe place if I knew you were here."
"Izzy told me it was safe down here," (Y/N) said, her words muffled in Ed's leather. "He said they would be after you and no one would come down here."
"They normally don't, but this fucker saw you come down here and decided to come after you. Fuck, I should've come looking for you the minute they started attacking us."
"You had a ship to protect."
"I don't give a fuck about the ship. I only give a fuck about you."
She pulled away from his embrace to look up at him. For the first time, (Y/N) saw fear in Ed's eyes. He knew she was safe, he was holding her, seeing her, after saving her from being killed herself, but still she could see how scared he had been that he might've lost her. That if he had been just a few seconds later, he would've come down to find her dead body instead.
Ed wasn't afraid of an attack or of losing his ship. He was afraid of losing her.
Before she could stop herself, she took hold of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't stop her. In fact, he reached one hand up to gently cup her face. She held on to his leather like it was her lifeline, and he held on to her like she was his.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," he said once they pulled apart from each other.
"You didn't do it, though. I did," she teased.
"Yeah, but I still kissed you back, so it counts."
"But you didn't initiate the kiss."
"I still kissed you, so it counts."
(Y/N) giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again. Ed wrapped one arm around her lower back and pulled her closer to him. The kiss became passionate quickly, with Ed's hand starting to move lower on (Y/N)'s body.
If it weren't for the sound of someone clearing their throat, it probably would've gone further than that too.
Ed and (Y/N) broke apart and turned to see Izzy stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was looking between the two of them, an amused look on his face.
"Your wounded need you captain," he said.
"Oh, yes, right," Ed said. "I'll be right up. Can you, uh, can you send someone down to deal with this man? He's already dead, but I want to make sure his body burns the same way he will be in Hell."
"Right away, sir."
(Y/N) was sure she saw a smirk on Izzy's face as he climbed up the stairs again.
"Come, someone needs to have a look at you," Ed told her.
She shook her head. "I'm fine. No one hurt me."
"I just want to be sure. Then, you're staying in my quarters tonight. I can't have you out of my sights after this."
She smiled and nodded. "Yes, captain."
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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months
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On Your Knees, Love (OFMD One-Shot)
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Ed Teach/Blackbeard x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: You find out Ed has a thing for having his hair played with.
CW: nsfw, sub!Ed, dom!Reader, shin grinding (lmao- what a tag)
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If someone had told you that in x amount of months, Edward Teach, the Blackbeard, would be whimpering at your feet and begging you to let him cum, you would have shot them in the face probably for being so ridiculous. 
And yet, on his hands and knees, rutting against your leg like a mutt in heat, was your Ed. You had to take a moment, actually, to really let the sight before you sink in properly. Edward Teach, humping at you and making those delicious sounds just for you. All for you. 
Ed was usually very submissive anyway, but you’d made the mistake this morning of playing with his hair in bed before the chores of the day forced the both of you to get up. Your fingers had snagged on a knot and before you could apologise, Ed had let out this noise- this little choked-off whimper that he’d tried to hide from you and that just wouldn’t do. No secrets, thank you. 
“Ed,” you’d said carefully, working the knot out slowly so as not to pull. The man hummed in response, not daring to look at you. “Is there something you want to tell me, love?”
Ed had shook his head and replied with a confident- “nah, don’t think so.” 
So you’d worked the rest of the knot out before promptly wrapping your fingers around a soft lock and yanking- hard. Ed had let out a yelp, hand flying to meet yours stuck in his hair, though that yelp had trailed off into a deeply incriminating groan, and from over his shoulder you could see his dick twitch in his briefs. 
The rest was history, really. 
It had taken no time at all to get off the bed and order him to his knees in front of you. Pretty thing that he was didn’t fight you all that hard about it (or at all), and you enjoyed the sight of the flashes of skin peeking through his gown before you softly patted at his head and asked him to confess this little secret one more time. 
“Okay, okay,” he rolled his eyes. “I like having my hair played with, alright? Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?” 
You’d hummed and lightly pulled at another lock, and when his eyes fluttered shut, you decided that was it. You had to see what else you could make him do with just a few yanks on those greying locks. 
“Not quite.” 
And so, that’s how you arrived to where you were now- with Blackbeard’s arms wrapped around the back of your legs, and his hard cock rubbing against your shin through his soft underwear. You had both your hands in his hair now, taking turns between yanking and massaging his scalp. 
Ed had drooled a wet patch into your own underwear, face pressed into your thigh. God, he was pretty like this. 
“P-please,” he whined, peering up at you with those doe eyes of his. “Needa cum, please let me cum.” 
You hummed thoughtfully, petting at his hair. 
“Have you been a good boy, huh?” 
Ed nodded desperately, brows scrunching as he fought not to cum in his pants. 
“Yeah, alright,” you answered, smiling down at him. “Cum for me, love.” 
Ed panted out a thank you and worked his hips in earnest, mumbling and whining to himself as he got closer and closer to the edge. All it took was one more hard yank and he was spurting cum over himself in his pants, ropes and dribbles of it creating wet patches in the fabric as he ground out his high off you. 
You shushed him comfortingly, massaging his abused scalp and leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead. 
“There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?” 
Ed nodded, letting himself lean back and stretch his muscles. He propped himself up with his arms behind his back and gave you a very blissed-out smile. 
“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that again, my love,” he grinned. “But later,” he added hastily. 
“Mhm,” you hummed back, sitting down on the edge of the bed and rubbing at his thigh with your socked foot. “Sure thing, my dear. Whatever you want.” 
“Don’t promise that,” he giggled. “Never know what I might ask for.” 
“Precisely.” 
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fogsrollingin · 5 months
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Bridal Carry on TV Tropes
I think I read one fic that featured this and I was like "sure" reading it but it felt a little like it was pushing it? Ed/Taika's so tall it'd be a difficult carry to last very long...
What do you think? Link to same question on reddit if you'd like to discuss!
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I can just so clearly see a flashback to that night after Stede closes the curtains where he comes back and sits in front of Ed with pure love in his eyes and touches his face and just whispers, 'are you sure you want this?' And Ed just stares at him for a moment then kisses him in response, because I mean he obviously also wanted it, they had almost lost each other and they're both desperate to hold their loved one as close as one could possibly be and when Ed says he regrets that night it's not simply about Stede forcing him to have sex, he would never have, but he did bring Ed into that situation and once they're in it how could he have said no? The next morning they were both so happy. Forgive me but these don't look like two people who had sex out of adrenaline and violence. They look like sweet, tender lovers who spent a night showing each other their love in a deep way because words are no longer enough to communicate what they feel, all they've been through, and how the very thought of losing the other is much worse than death itself. It's an attempt to hold on to life and to something tangible and the guys just had a great time.
After seeing Stede get into a pirate's life so much Ed realises their journeys are so different and he feels he doesn't even know who he is now, where he belongs, and looking back he obviously thinks it happened too fast, that they did something they can't come back from but now how are they supposed to find the right balance between two such different lives... It's his insecurity about love coming back again, because Stede is becoming this cool person and Ed can't quite follow, he doesn't really want to, he's trying to leave just that life behind and how could he ask Stede to love this version of himself when he doesn't even know himself yet?
But they'll figure it out together. They can never stay away from each other for too long, can they? And when Ed reads the letter he's suddenly reminded of all this. The feelings of the night before, the softness, and he realises he's just scared and he just loves Stede so badly and wants him, despite believing he is unworthy of love, that their love will be worth it, even if it takes them a lifetime to put the pieces back together and have a healthy relationship he wants to try, because Stede is the most beautiful thing that ever happened to him and he won't let go.
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Because my vampire thing will not be denied...I wrote a Vianton fic. Shall likely be a multi-parter, somehow got angstier than I intended. Ahem. Anyway. For any who might be interested.
TW for some blood.
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harrylovesspaezle · 2 months
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enjoy this analysis of ed's reaction to izzy's behavior from start to finish.
ed had a shit childhood and spent years on ships, he responded to the trauma in his life by trying to be untouchable and a masc pirate as shown throughout the first half of S1. he is frustrated with his pirate life, but then he meets stede (oh, stede) who is gentle and nice and has no fucking clue what he is doing and it draws ed in! izzy pushes back on this, because he wants ed to be this masc pirate again, that is who he is used to. and seeing him so different with stede freaks him out.
ed's response to consistent pirating trauma is to get away from it, izzy's response to trauma is to hold on to everything he's ever so it stays the same.
ed wants to be more like stede in S1, but to izzy this seems like a for sure death trap. like he says in S2: "how you are still alive, i cannot say". the second ed is happier he gets more confident and izzy's words affect him less, so after izzy gets banished he snitches on stede and ed in the hope of getting blackbeard back, getting his old life back, because that is what he thinks is best for ed(wrong).
he obviously fails, but it gets interesting again after he pushes back on ed during the breakup and actually has success. he is elated that his old life is back and that ed is being his "old" (aka depressed and traumatized) self again. toes get cut off, crew gets marooned, leg gets shot and ed's depression from all the horrors he has committed catch up and he loses it. leg cutting happens, ed asks izzy to kill him. izzy refuses. ed wants to end it, but he knows that no one wants to kill him, so he damages the crew to get them to do the job for him, and it works. i genuinely consider this the end of any type of ed/izzy relationship or entanglement.
after those intense episodes, izzy slowly changes and minds his business(with the exeption of a few snarky comments, but thats just izzy). everyone slowly recovers, but ed and izzy are done. izzy stops pushing him to be different, stops trying altogether and accepts that ed and stede are good for eachother, as much as he resents it. so jim was right, it was a toxic relationship. even if they did not realize it themselves.
i love how their dynamic was done, and i want to kiss the writers.
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justgaygirlthings · 5 months
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Okay but like… Ed is a fisherman now… Stede wrote the love letters in a bottle and threw them in the ocean… Ed dreamed of Merman!Stede… this show istg.
I bet Ed is on his fisherman business and he finds one of Stede’s bottles and realizes how much he loved him and ends up returning to Stede
Edit: also ep 8 is called Mermen… do with that what you want
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Remembered this gem
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alionnamedcobra · 7 months
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AO3 is gonna explode
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asmeanasiamnice · 2 months
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Love is the most sublime expression of freedom in Our Flag Means Death.
-TIME Magazine
Congrats #OurFlagMeansDeath for their nomination as “Outstanding Comedy Series” at the 35th @GLAAD media awards!
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ariazureyt · 12 days
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My full music video for “Renew as a Crew (Act of Grace) is available on YT!
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thedarkcaustic · 6 months
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It’s an order. Izzy knows what to do with those.
I swear that I'm haunted by Redshift
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bardicious · 2 years
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BAHAHAHAHAHA!
Chris Hemsworth, please, honestly GO FUCK YOURSELF. LMAO.
Okay, so, listen, this is honestly going to be the last I ever talk about this, but the fact that I've been proven right about this jackasses involvement in this whole affair has got me laughing!
In 2017, or the year previous, who the fuck knows, Chris Hemsworth got his friend, Taika Waititi to direct Thor 3. Thor Ragnarok, which heavily diverged from the cinematography and the lore of the previous two Thor movies. Chris Hemsworth decided Thor was too boring. He didn't like playing him anymore. He wanted to play someone new and fun. He wanted to play himself. And he got just that.
I'll give Ragnarok enough credit, that aye, I might be fooled into thinking there was some interest the title character. But after Love and Thunder? No, now I know I've been fooled into watching a costume party by Chris Hemsworth, his family, and his friends. Ding ding ding! What do we have here, Johnny?
A bottom tier celebrity making a franchise that not only was all about him - his character, but all about him!!! He's playing himself!
His daughter at the end of Thor: Love and Thunder, is his daughter in real life (she's cute, no diss). His two sons played younger versions of him. His wife was a wolf woman he made out with! His best friends Matt fucking Damon and Taika Waititi both star in the role and the latter directs it.
I'm sorry, but at what fucking point did I sign up for a lazy written fanfiction? Because that's sure as hell not what I thought would happen in Thor 1 or 2, or Avengers. And you know, I am still mad, because I enjoyed the OG Thor, I enjoyed the OG Loki, and Marvel and, wow, did it not pay off.
Alas, it's on me for watching any new Thor films (aye, listen, I gotta family here!), but I just wanted to tell anyone who ever said Thor is a walking self insert nowadays. You are completely and utterly spot on.
Applaud yourself.
PS. Full Review* -> Here
Have fun!
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